Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

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"After connecting with spiritual authority, I gained an ability." Ialien raised his hand, and an illusory time and space seemed to be superimposed in the bedroom of the mage tower for an instant: "Spiritual authority allows me to observe what has been obtained. With the memory fragments, and supplemented by virtual and real authority, a realm of memory reappearance similar to an illusion can be created.

However, the difference between it and the illusion is that people who exist outside memory will become phantoms that cannot affect the "reality" that occurs in the memory after entering the realm, and can exit the realm at any time according to their own wishes. "

"It's a bit like a [projection of history]." Mo Yu commented.

"Yes, although the two use different powers, they obviously achieve similar results. This is probably what you said about "different paths to the same destination."" Ialien waved again, and the illusory time and space became a Corridor, both sides of the corridor are full of moving pictures floating in mid-air.

"I call this ability [Memory Corridor]."

He took Mo Yu's hand and led Mo Yu into the corridor in the void, and the first memory image floated in front of the two of them.

"This is the oldest memory I have ever obtained." Ialien introduced briefly: "It is very short, but... very shocking."

Mo Yu blinked and followed Ialien into the scene.

They stood on a hill.

Mo Yu raised his head, and the rays of the two suns made him squint his eyes slightly, while a blond child was squatting in front of the grass not far away, his head lowered and he didn't know what he was doing.

"He can't see us." Ialien was like a considerate guide, "We can walk over and observe."

Mo Yu didn't move in a hurry. He was like a curious player, walking in all directions and observing the surrounding environment for a week: This hillside clearly has traces of human life. There was smoke rising from the cooking pots, and further up the hillside, there were some children wearing tribal leather skirts and leather trousers gathered around, wondering what they were playing.

Mo Yu walked back around and walked towards the blond child they saw at first.

The blond child was wearing white linen clothes and looked thin and small. He squatted on the ground and stared at his feet with all his attention. From time to time, he stretched out his hand to touch the ground.

From Mo Yu's perspective, it was unclear what he was doing, so he took a few steps closer and walked around to the front of the child.

The child happened to raise his head, and his eyes passed over Mo Yu without focus. He glanced at the group of children in the distance, then lowered his head and coughed twice.

This brief moment of raising his head allowed Mo Yu to see his appearance clearly - he was very similar to the saints chosen by the God of Light, with shiny golden hair and one green and one yellow pupils.

But his appearance is not good-looking - or, in other words, not as good-looking as the rumors say - he is as thin as a stunted monkey, with a sallow face and thin muscles, and a large scar from the right side of his face down, along his neck to his chest. , which looked like a burn from hot water or fire, greatly ruining the beauty of his face.

"Is this the strange eye?" Mo Yu was a little surprised and turned to look at Ialien.

Ialien nodded affirmatively: "When I got this memory, I felt a gloomy and dark emotion coming from the strange eyes. I can't describe in words what kind of mixed emotions it was...

There may be jealousy, anger, indifference and many, many other inexplicable things..."

He shook his head and gave up recalling and analyzing: "I can't tell what kind of emotion it was, or how it came about... The only thing I can confirm is that it does come from the strange pupils." [. 3. ],

"There is such a large scar on Yitong's body and face..." Mo Yu clicked his tongue and silently wrote down, "The scar is uneven and looks very deep...

I'm not a serious doctor, but my rudimentary knowledge of magic medicine tells me that this scar should have affected his trachea, causing him to cough frequently. "

After the lord made his first judgment, he bent down again to see what the blond child was playing with...and then his eyes widened suddenly.

After Yitong sprinkled the bread crumbs in his pocket on the mound, attracting a group of ants, he then suppressed the ants to death one by one with an indifferent expression.

He repeated this action repeatedly, like a human-shaped machine, without showing any emotion, as if he was just executing a program.

Mo Yu felt that the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

It's not that he has never seen children playing with ants. When he was a child, he once squatted on the wall to observe ants and even stretched out his hands to crush a few to death. But this child was different. There was no trace of mischievous emotions on his face that would attract cats or dogs. It looks more like the childhood stage of a murderer from a Hitchcock novel.

"Ozelia continent needs a psychiatrist." Mo Yu muttered, "Really, this is a profession that has been ignored for a long time but is urgently needed."

A group of children not far away came over at this time. The leader of the child was holding a baby bird that had not yet fully fledged. It looked red and exposed the flesh and messy down.

"Zelak, have you seen a bird's nest near here?" the child holding the bird asked Yitong.

"No." The alien pupil, or rather the child named Zerak, mumbled vaguely.

The child holding the bird didn't take it seriously and continued: "This little bird was taken out of the nest by Pella's domesticated cat and thrown into the grass. If it is not returned to the nest, it will probably die. …Aren’t you here to help?”

He finally noticed the movement of Zerak's hand and widened his eyes: "Why do you want to kill ants?"

"No reason, just because I can." Zerak patted the dust on his hands and stood up, "I can help, give it to me, I will find its nest."

The child holding the bird hesitated, but the children behind him were obviously tired of the game of looking for bird nests everywhere, and encouraged: "Give it to him, let him find it!"

"He's idle anyway!"

"We still have to pick herbs and flowers for adults!"

"Okay then." The child carefully and reluctantly placed the bird in Zerak's palm, and gently touched the ugly bird's immature feathers with his fingers: "Send it home!"

"I will." Zerak made a wooden face and promised solemnly: "Pula, you can trust me."

The child named Pula was obviously relaxed. He happily thanked Zerak and was surrounded by the group of children and left.

Zerak watched the children go away, but he had no intention of looking for the bird's nest. The moment the children disappeared from his sight, he raised his hand and broke the neck of the young bird.